Divine Intervention. Short Story.

Hope everyone had a good weekend. Mine was pretty fun, I went bowling, something I haven’t done in years. Though I still haven’t figured out which hand is better to bowl with. I just switched between the two which seemed to work out. Beyond that I didn’t get up to much, did some reading and the like. Was pretty relaxing over all!

On with the show!


She hated this part. It was always the worst. Jenny followed the guy at a reasonable distance, trying to look casual. She expected him to turn and look at her any second, but he never did. Really, it was the same every time she was following someone, she was on edge, thinking someone would point and scream and yell that she was some kind of fucked up stalker. If only they knew what she did for them. Did for everyone. Jenny had been following him on and off for about a week now, she knew his rough schedule. It was never a good idea to get too bogged down in exacts, she needed to be fluid, allow things to be changed up. Still he hadn’t noticed her yet and he wouldn’t notice her now. There was nothing special about Jenny, at least not visually special. She was plain, something she chose to amplify. She knew she could make herself quite pretty with the right tools, but being plain meant eyes were more likely to slide over her in the streets. Her clothing style was usually quite bright and attractive, but on days like this, she wore plain clothes. Dark t-shirts and jeans, maybe a light hoodie on top if there was a chill. No one would look twice at her and, when she had her bag, she looked just like any other college student. She was utterly unmemorable.

It was the only way she was able to get away with this for so long.

It was an important job and she was never sure if someone else would pick up the mantle when she was gone. She focused on what she had to do, she had to save the world. Again.

It was always the same, every year or two her services were required. She kept herself prepared for it at all times. She didn’t want to be indisposed when the time came.

Everything was going to be perfect though, that much she was sure of.

The calling had come to her when she was 15, she knew what she had to do and what it would prevent. There was no fear, no bargaining, only acceptance. It was up to her now and in a way, she enjoyed that kind of responsibility. She went to school, did her homework and chores and no one suspected her of having any secrets. Not even her parents knew. No one could. If they knew what she did, what she had to do, they’d stop her, call her insane, probably lock her up too. They didn’t know that she was preventing the end of the world. How could they even begin to comprehend it? She knew had it been a few hundred years ago, she would either be hailed as a prophet, or burned for being a witch. Of course she didn’t have magical powers, that would be ridiculous, but she had a direct line with God. Jenny was still unsure as to which God it was, that was never quite clear to her. She had never been religious up until that point, but still she kept her worship hidden. It just seemed like the right thing to do. No one must now about her and what she did, no one could suspect.

Really, it didn’t matter which God was the right one, because she was talking to THE God and she did his bidding. Even when it was distasteful, there was no way to deny the creator of the universe. That was just asking for trouble.

The guy she was following ducked into a shop, she paused at a window display, pretending to be extremely interested in scarves. She looked for as long as she felt comfortable, then she continued on, just past the shop, looking at the  window displays as she went. When he emerged, he was carrying a plastic bag, he passed her without a glance. She counted to ten, then turned from the window, and she began to walk after him.

She followed him all the way home, and as he went into his apartment building, she continued walking. She had things to prepare.

The bag was heavy, but it wasn’t too much of a burden, Jenny was still able to move freely with it on her back. That was the important thing. God had shown her this man and had revealed everything to her.  She moved through the empty streets with ease, none would dare attack her, not tonight. She would pass through the city and if anyone saw her, they’d soon forget. She had divine protection after all. She went straight to his building and after a few minutes, she began to climb the fire escape. She knew which window was his and, as she had expected, it was open. She carefully entered his apartment. Soon everything would be better and everyone would be safe.

He was asleep, as she had expected. That was good, better than good. She knew he would be strong, stronger than any man had any right to be. She put her bag on the ground gently, and rifled through it, taking out everything she needed, laying them out on the floor. She had expected him to live somewhere better, somewhere bigger, the apartment was quite small, still, that made her job easier. She wouldn’t have to walk through, opening doors at random. That was never fun.

She gripped the knife tightly in her hand and crept up to his bed. She had to be quick and sure in her movements. She took a deep breath and silently said a prayer, then lightening fast her hand shot out and her knife sliced his throat. His eyes opened, shock and confusion filling them, there was no stopping it. She knew what she was doing, the cut was deep, too deep for him to stop it. Blood spurted from his neck in great geysers. After a moment, his body stilled. Now for the dangerous part. She picked up the bottle of blessed water and flicked it over him, then, she began muttering an incantation. The body was thrashing, an unearthly scream filled the room.

Jenny packed up her items, making sure she had everything. The devil had been returned to hell, he wouldn’t be able to escape for a while longer. She knew the trauma of being exorcised would prevent him from remembering her. God had told her this and more. She slipped from his apartment and into the night. No one would suspect her, no one would know.

As she walked home, Jenny smiled, she had done good work tonight. Gods work.

About Alan James Keogh

I am a 26 year old writer who somehow tricked U.C.D. into giving me not only a degree in English and Classical studies, but an Hons Masters in Creative Writing too. Visit my blog where I post short stories twice a week (Monday and Wednesday) and an installment of a serialised novel on Fridays. I did consider writing this in the third person, as though it was written by someone else, but Alan is not comfortable writing in the third person as it seems kinda creepy and unbalanced so Alan decided it was probably best to write in the first person. He hopes it went well for him.
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